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Josh Pearce after rain Josh Pearce gathers into puddles of slowsilver— mirrored-sky & the ground is full of holes, when fabricated reality is threadbare & looses tentacle tree roots & earthworms on our looking-glass dim ension we are strings of genes knotted into buttons fast ening together timing & chance cobwebs are the spidering cracks where glossybodied beetles flew fast into the end of the universe & fractured the glass that separates time from untime we unbutton and the world comes apart

“Silk Storm” by Gram Davies, 2010

The Centrifugal Eye - November 2010  

An online poetry journal of literary force to experience — poetry, essays, interviews, book reviews, and illustrations of an exhilarating na...

The Centrifugal Eye - November 2010  

An online poetry journal of literary force to experience — poetry, essays, interviews, book reviews, and illustrations of an exhilarating na...

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